★彡{𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬}彡★

fear

i fucking hate writers block 

ANYWAYS READ THE BOOK (technically not a book but whatever)

also nothing wrong with  () and chris i just made that up because thats what was in my queue

⚠ TW: fluff, anxiety, swearing, mentions of SH, chris being a silly little brother, nicolas saying matty, me listening to new billie eilish and guts spilled (ik it took a while) ⚠

matt's pov:

the second we walk into the hospital i hear chatter, beeping, and worst, my own heavy breathing. nick pats my back "it's fine, matty, we'll be in and out." my breathing slows down, but myself stiff up as ally checks in with the receptionist.

a nurse walks us to micah's room, i hear beeping from all around me. i can't do this. i can't. 

mason's pov:

i can't concentrate as ally talks to the receptionist, i trip at least 20 times as she leads us to the elevator to go upstairs, in the elevator, i can't concentrate on one thing, my head is filled with thoughts of what happened. its your fault. whyd you drag him out there? you shoulda reacted faster. you didnt need to leave his house. youre fucking stupid. you shoulda gotten shot. i get nauseous. this isn't about you. stop fucking whining about your problems, they don't matter. when we step out of the elevator, i'm overwhelmed. the beeping of the machines, the crying, the nurses running around me. all of the rooms look the same and suddenly the hallway seems endless. 

i start sweating and trembling. the nurse turns the corner and i find myself slowly walking into micah's room. i get one glance at him and turn out of the room. i sit down against the wall and comb my hands through my hair. youre fucking pathetic. stop crying like a little baby. its your fucking fault if hes dead. whatre you even doing? youre embarrassing yourself. get the fuck up, dumbass. i get up and walk into the room for the second time, and apologize to everyone. i look down at the floor to avoid looking at micah. i cover my face with my hand. i notice micah's parents sitting in chairs next to him, anxiously. his sister, in the other corner of the room, staring down at the floor. we're all waiting for the doctor to just come in and tell us if he's gonna be okay. 

i look at micah for the second time. he doesn't move, but i can tell he's probably breathing. i stand against the wall and eyed the iv tubes going into his arm and the breathing machine tubes in his nose. i eyed nick, matt, and chris. chris was staring at the floor, matt was sitting on a chair with his knees pulled up to his chest, while nick was patting matt's shoulder, while looking at micah.

i see his finger twitch slightly on his right hand. his mom jumps up in her seat a little, grabbing his hand. his dad perks up leaning over in his seat and muttering encouraging messages under his breath. 

i see his eyelids flicker open. he blinks up at me. "what happened?" he asks me. i turn away, crying a little. "we'll tell you later." his mom tells him. "your dad has to go get doctor mahn, okay sweetie?" 

"the doctor?" micah asks in a high-pitched voice. "yes, honey." his mom, says, squeezing his hand. dr. mahn and micah's dad walk in. his dad sits down in the chair next to micah as the doctor proceeds to ask him questions, testing his memory. "what's your name?" the doctor asks. "micah aboah." he responds. "good. and how old are you?" the doctor asks. "i'm 17." micah responds. 

a few more simple questions later, the doctor checks him up. "just wait here for a couple more minutes, and i'll be back. also non-blood related visitors leave at 12. so...you got 19 minutes." dr mahn tells us, checking his watch and walking out the door. "is this a dream?" micah asks, pulling at the IV drip. "no, honey, don't pull that." his mom says. "why?" micah asks, stretching the word out a little. "so you stay healthy." his mom explains.